"I, um ... helped. There was no funeral though, just a memorial service." Oh?" Yeah. Barbara was, uh ... she was cremated, so..." Laura shrugged. "The... service was there at Mckinnen's." Cremated," Tina frowned slightly. "Who made that decision?" Dr. Moore," Laura said. "After talking with some of the board members, I believe. Why? Is it important?" I don't know," Vasquez pursed her lips. "I was told that Barbara's personal effects were released to Dr. Moore. Do you know where they are?" In his. God, she was gorgeous. Large C cup breasts that seemed to defy gravity even at thirty-eight years old, a flat stomach and firm bubble butt from years of dancing and volleyball that jiggles as she walks. “Morning Connor!” her sing-song voice carried from around the side of the house. “Be right there!” I called back. Then, the typical suave me hits my head off the underside of the door, turns around and gets bowled over by Nikki, their young black lab. “Fuck,” I grumbled as laughter carried down. My old sorority is holding a very swishy fashion parade this evening. By tradition the last gown is a wedding gown. The three of us have decided that my gown will be the one shown and that you will be the model to parade it down the runway. You can agree to co-operate with us or you can go to jail for five yearsThe mention of the word jail stirred him from the shocked state. Jail, I haven't done anything illegal, he protestedTracy moved over beside him. If you decide not to be the blushing. "What's he doing here," I said, looking straight into the eyes of her lover. If she'd wanted to piss me off, she'd succeeded historically. "He's here to help me plead my case. If you're willing to listen, well, maybe we have a chance, you and I," she said. "You're nothing if not unpredictable, Sam, I'll give you that, and, optimistic," I said. "Yes, he screwed me today. It's been happening..." "More or less weekly, right?" I said interrupting her. "Wha..." she said. "You know, on Tuesdays.